Summoned from the underworld.

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

Cain was about to oblige what he had taken for a request to 'lure her back into the wickedly wonderful throes of orgasmic passion.' when she mentioned Alyn's name and he stalled just as his mouth was about to play up along Muffin's slender neck. "Who's back?" He asked, reflexivly rubbing at his ear.

 

[KillerMuffin]

I shivered, about to give into his irresistable lips, when he paused.

"Your imp. The thing you summoned then sent back home. She's back. The library. I think the Dean is there too, but he doesn't seem to be the Dean like he was before. I love the way you kiss me. It makes me weak and I feel like running wax."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

"How in the hell could she have come back?!" Cain grumbled as his hands still hadn't seemed to get the message about Alyn, for they were fondly fondling Muffin's heavy round breasts.

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

OOC: Good to see we *live* ..... possibly

IC:
Tiador yawned against the midday sun. "Your clothes?" he nestled on top of the sleek robes on his bed. Uhhh... sorry about the stain. It's washable right?" He moved awkwardly as the slight form of Nyla nestled dreaming on his chest. He had been inside of her even while she slept. That thought aroused him somewhat.

Even in her slumber Tiador could hear murmurrs from her lips. He should have guessed.

Even the donkey and kitty cat were nestled in siesta.

"I told you," he said to Cain, "Alyn wasn't in Hell when I called and Nieghllha came."

Hmmm... NI-la, Al-in, the parchment with the name was folded front to back right? The imp stirred against his chest almost in answer.

 

[Song]

Nyla

OOC(Okay, I'm still confused about the Dean, Alyn, and the Student. Who is in whose body?)

IC:

"...with a fourposter bed with a canopy; and with a flowery bedspread; and a little table with a mirror with little statue thingies on it; and..."

Nyla stirred and came awake with a start.

"...oh, I guess I was asleep; I was having a lovely dream, about the prettiest little bedroom you can imagine; it had all sorts of nifty toys and knicknacks and baubles and miniatures and statues and things with flowers on them and pink stuff; oh, are you all still here?; is the ritual over now?..."

Nyla began to squirm around on Tiador's still-coupled member. She felt it begin to grow firm once again, as her movement caressed and tickled it. She noted his almost-desperate giggle and the almost-terrified look in his eyes at the thought of having another go-around.

"...well, maybe I'd better get up, now; I need to stretch anyway; are you going to get up now, too; oh, never mind, you already are, aren't you?; well, are you going to get out of bed, then?; will the bed be too lonely if we leave?; what are we doing next?..."

Nyla's ears almost visibly twitched at Muffin's (and then Cain's, and then Tiador's) mention of Alyn's name.

"...I know that one; she hasn't been home recently, though; last I heard, some silly wizard had summoned her to your world and she hasn't been back since; and whoever did it was *really* silly, because she's awfully powerful; we almost have the same names, just backwards; isn't that funny?; oh, wait a minute, did you just say that *he* summoned her?; uh-oh, you're in trubbbbble..."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cain:

*Urking* to a stop once more at Nyla's words, Cain's hands eased away from Muffin's breasts as he turned to look Nyla in the eyes. "What... What sort of trouble? How... How powerful?" He found himself stuttering, something he hadn't done for many, MANY years.

 

[KillerMuffin]

"Oh my." I wrapped myself around Cain like a MuffinAnaconda to protect him from Alyn. I loosed my hold when he wheezed for air and the realization that I would be more in the way than a help hit home.

"What do we do now?"

 

[Song]

Nyla

OOC(Has anyone written to Myst, to let her know that the thread has been revived? Or Misery?)

IC:

"...I don't really know her all that well; I *do* know that she spends a lot of time with the demons; and it's not just because she likes S-E-X; in fact, I don't know if she's even *had* S-E-X with the demons; too bad for her--those prehensile winkles are *awfully* fun; I think that she spends so much time with the demons because they know an awful lot of tricky tricks that they can play on humans; she must have picked up a lot of ways to manipulate and coerce you humans by now; and you went and brought her here without even having counter-spells ready; don't you do research on the Denizens you summon?; hmph!; it must run in the family, because Mr. Wizard Man here didn't even research *me* before he brought me here, and he didn't even have tea and fruit ready..."

During this whole speech, Nyla was pacing up and down in front of Cain and shaking her finger in his face.

"...and he didn't even have any candy for me; hey, is there any candy left?; maybe there's still some left on here?..."

Nyla started licking Tiador's still-semi-erect shaft like a lollipop, trying to find any bit of peppermint residue still left.

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

Tiador couldn't stop giggling as Nyla continued lingual assault on his sensitive, semi-erect 'winkle'. He brushed her off and covered up with the remainder of Muffin's clothing. It reminded him of the clothes that were uncovered when the bed moved. He blushed and gave the clothes over to the scowling Muffin. He wrapped the sheet around himself instead.

"*Ahem* So, Alyn's probably doing bad things right now. And probably with the dean. I don't mean she's doing bad things *with* the dean I mean, well, she might be given how we found them last time. But he didn't seem too concerned that we were going to send her back. Maybe he knew it wouldn't work." Tiador thought for a moment more.

"And I didn't fully trust that combat-trained attack frog of his either. In fact, that shifty amphibian who flunked out of combat school with the really harsh newt drill sergeants might be behind it all!"

 

[Song]

Nyla

"...Mr. Wizard Man, you don't really expect her to wear *those* clothes, do you?; they're all messy and wet and stuff; why don't you give her some of these to wear, instead?..."

Nyla flitted over to the pile of leather and velvet and satin and full body suits and harnesses, and even a few feminine articles of clothing that had been uncovered by the bed's journey. She dug through the pile until she found a lovely black silk mini-robe and waved it in Muffin's direction.

"...here you go, Miss Lady Wizard; why don't you wear this instead?; it looks like it would fit you quite nicely; unless you would like to pick something from the pile yourself; it looks like Mr. Wizard Man has a pretty large selection..."

 

[Neale]

Dean Edwin

OOC: I checked with Myst, and she does not plan to return to this thread anytime soon.

Edwin felt subtly different, somehow... He looked at the ravishing form of the Imp, Alyn, standing before him. She spoke, "Yes, little mage... I am far, far more than your student bargained for when he summoned me. I never was an Imp, you see... I am a full-fledged Demoness, now permanently bound to the mortal plane... thanks, in large part, to you!" Edwin found himself utterly frozen into immobility, unable to even blink. Alyn traced her fingernails across his bare chest, drawing four lines of blood, which she then delicately licked from her fingers. "Ah, Edwin... such fun we had, you and I! And, now, I have a gracious plenty of your seed within me, within your former body! You are going to be a father! Why, darling, you don't look happy at all... A pity, really, since I have so much to thank you for. Now that I am within a mortal body, renovated of course, and impregnated... why, no magic in Creation could banish me! My little brood of demonlings will be raised in a century or so, and then we will proceed to take over this entire world. Tell your students to enjoy themselves, for they are of the last generation to live their lives before I take it all!"

With a wild laugh, Alyn drew a flaming pentacle in the air before her, forming a gate to another place, "Enjoy your new body, dear 'husband', I changed it to be fairly close to your old one, but I couldn't resist making a few... improvements. When you least expect it, I'll drop in and visit you... maybe even bring our children to meet their father! Farewell!" Alyn then stepped through the gate, leaving Edwin behind as the gate faded and sensation slowly returned to his limbs.

Finally, Edwin broke the silence of the library, where he had been standing alone for several long minutes, "Oh. Fuck."

 

[KillerMuffin]

OOC: Well drat. We can play around her.

IC: My jaw dropped at the lingerie the imp was yanking out and showering me with. I looked at Tiador and hoped to gawdess that my eyes were bugging out. "What are you doing with all of that stuff???"

Nyla had managed to thoroughly distract me from the task at hand, figuring out what to do next, to Tiador's odd predilections. I pried a book entitled, "Slaves and how to make them adore you" off of my leg, where it had stuck.

Cain was shaking behind me, the mirth flowing off of him was contagious, I tried not to laugh.

 

[Vivid]

Tiadrat

He scrambled for "Little Black One" nestled softly in the imp's hands and unhappy to be neglected for so long. But Tiador tripped over "The Layman's Guide to Leather" and sprawled on the bed before reaching it.

Too late.

"I can explain," was all he said before crashing, face-first, into the mattress.

They were all looking at him when he again raised his head. He could even feel the beady eyes of the donkey boring into his back. He blushed. It was like that dream where he shows up for the Sigil's final naked, without a pen.

"AnovaBas" he cried. The robe started swelling itself to humanoid proportions the sleeves filled with invisible arms and the rest seemed to cling to an insubstantial, but well-endowed woman, who obviously wasn't wearing undergarments.

Since the imp was holding it, she was privy to the enchantment. The robe started moving close to her, undulating it's silk body across Nyla's. The garment-dancer spun and twirled and reacted to how Nyla moved her arms by dipping and curving around the imp.

"It's a dance partner," he called over the soft musical tones that emanated from the robe. "I was trying to learn how to dance," he explained. He hoped the explanation was sufficient and that they didn't wonder what some of the other material enchantments he'd designed and put on several other garments now piled together on his floor: his Vibrating Underclothes, Shrinking Tunic, or Disappearing Pants, for instance.

He just smiled as the dancing robe continued the slide seductively over the imp.

 

[Song]

Nyla

"...hey, that tickles; oooooh, it's soft; I think I know this dance; you go like this, and this, and move that way..."

Nyla's lithe, naked body started moving in time to the soft music, her wings fluttering excitedly, her tiny form writhing sensuously. Eyes closed, mouth moving, she performed intricate moves that might likely have been impossible for a human. Her pert breasts jiggled as she glided around and around with the inflatable dress.

And then, graceful as a penguin in flight, she tripped over (yet another) book, throwing the invisible dance partner into the still-lit brazier. The flame from the brazier popped the dress like...well, like a flame pops a balloon. There was a very loud noise. Nyla contritely picked up the book and tried to hand "Dominating Your Devilish Denizen" to Tiador.

"...oh, I'm sorry; I hope I didn't hurt your book; I, um, I think that Miss Wizard Lady is going to have to find another dress to wear, though; and I think she'd better do it soon, because I just felt something very strange happen; did you all feel it, too?; it felt like there was a demon very nearby, but I don't know of any who are around here right now; I think we'd better go have a look; why don't you follow me; I can track down where the demon-or-whatever-it-was, was..."

Nyla marched determinedly toward the door, apparently oblivious to her own nakedness, and the semi-dressed-ness of everyone else.

 

[Vivid]

Tiador

Tiador watched 'Little Black One' ignite before the words for a fire quenching spell could even pass his lips. He stood there, dumbfounded. Oh the things he had done with 'Little Black One.' The dances he's danced, the illusions he'd cast over it to give form to her moves, all gone. He allowed himself a moment to mourn the loss.


a moment


"A demon nearby you said? That's not a very nice way to refer to Muffin's mother. It might be tue but..... " he saw Nyla's confusion. "Oh, an actual demon. That's bad too, I guess. However, we might want to do something about your appearance Nyla."

 

[Vivid]

tiadoer

"I know!" He said after a moment's pause. "An illusion of clothing and normal skin. Oh, and no wings. I sometimes wear an illusion when I'm late for class and don't have time to get dressed." He shot an accusatory glance to the leather straps for sometimes holding him too long, just for fun. They did their best to look nonchalant and innocent. It worked and Tiador smiled a secret, warm smile.

"I remember when it ran out in the middle of alchemy class. Cain, you remember when I had to explain that I spilled acid on my robe and had had to get out of it real quick cuz it ate it all up. Yeah, we could do that!"